After Los Angeles

G  D  Bm  C

        G
I got a hair cut
  D
A dress shirt
  Bm              C
A St. Paulie's girl
    G            D         Bm  C
But I don't need any of that

           G           D
I got a number on a napkin
    Bm           C
A soup can to sing through
    G           D         Bm  C
A tune in its worst mood

           D
I got a temper like a fistfight
         Em             Em7
And a tab after midnight
                 C
And a right fast woman
                 Am
And there'll be hell to pay
     Bm   C
After Los Angeles
      D
And you won't believe
             G
What I've seen


G  D  Bm  C

      G           D            Bm
This town is a workshop for wordsmiths
       C            G           D
And grifters and misters and misses
      Bm              C
And cheeks full of kisses
    G            D
And all of you bidders
       Bm           C
Can't wait till I'm bitter
             D                       Em
I've got a fever like the boulevard summer
       Em7        C
And a right fast woman
                  Am
And there'll be hell to pay
       Bm   C
After Los Angeles
      D
And you won't believe
             G
What I've seen

Bm       Em     D        G
Bury me beside you when I die
  C       C/B      Am
When I'm dead and gone.
     Bm         Em
Mama sing me to sleep
 D        G
While you weep
                   C
But don't weep at all

   Am
And there'll be hell to pay
    Bm   C
After Los Angeles
      D
And you won't believe
             G
What I've seen